AVM students are being provided platforms to flourish with their inherent talent through different academic activities as well .In order to unleash their creativity and literary talent. Class IX students were inspired by their English teachers to compose poems following up their class-room learning of Kahlil Gibran’s famous poem ‘Song of the Rain’. Students were guided in their English class to compose their own poems by using literary devices like simile, metaphor, personification, alliteration and rhyming scheme.

Recently students of Std IX A were taught a nature poem written by Alfred Tennyson where he personified a river named Brook. Our students used personification in their poems trying to go parallel with Tennyson.

Here are some compositions by the budding poets of Atmiya Vidya Mandir:

Pencil

Among school children I got my fame,
Natraj is my family and extra black is my name.
I am born to serve,
Till last with all my curve.

I play with pages and papers,
With sharpeners and erasers.
With funny face that they made,
More they write, more I fade.

Now small and short is my look,
With that black colour I took.
I think my owner is cool,
As he tossed me as a fool.

I shed my skin everyday,
To give my best day by day.
Bob’s pen-stand is my beautiful home,
Living here take a still-form.

I am shorty smart I say,
And slim and fit in every way.
Bob keeps me in his hand,
Because I am a big magic wand.

-Parikshit.J.Patel {9 A}

Paper

I take birth from a tree,
And all that they get me for free.
People took me for granted ,
And threw me wherever they wanted.

People used me to fulfill their will,
And took me to that paper mill.
Man uses me in any way,
I am better than a plastic they say.

– Siddharth.R.Jain {9 A}

A Fan

I spin, I spin, I spin, I spin
With none of my kit and kin.
Strong are my hands ,
Which sometimes are mend.

I swirl, I twirl, I twist, I turn
As fast as a rocket when I run.
Hurting air is my hobby,
But I am never in the lobby.

I nick, I gash, I snip, I tear,
The cool air whose cry I hear.
My favorite dish is electricity,
Which is only found in the city.

I spin, I spin, I spin, I spin
With none of my kit and kin.
I swirl, I twirl, I twist, I turn
As fast as a rocket when I run.